Black Sunday

Come on come on
(time for some action)
Yeah yeah
(time for some action)
Come on come on
(time for some action)
Yeah yeah
(time for some action)
Come on come on

Drunk ass fool
Just a punk ass
Gonna cause trouble
Yeah let me burst that bubble
In a hurry
I ani't happy
So worry
What's a judge
And a punk ass jury
Homeboy
Should i'm done to go home
But ya got caught up inside the cyclone
If i go home
I'll get slopped and stoned
When i disconnnect that
Fuckin neck bone
Wata!
Then ya get the kick to jaw kid
And i rip out ya eyelids
So you can see
The head nigger at it
Killa
Commin when i break on the static

What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around (go around)
What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around (go around)
What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around (go around)
What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around

Shit
I get real shit
Yo shit
Can ya feel it
Carbon copy come steal it
The gatt i conceal it
Under my jacket
Oh where oh where
Do ya think i pack it
Under my belt
When the cards get dealt
To all the players
And though the punk ass fakers
Just come
And ya get the high pitched humm
Make ya understand where i'm from
The eastside brown
Kid looks around
Put's down tump
It must fall down
It's on
When ya wanna take my pound
Punk
What go around come around

What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around (go around)
What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around (go around)
What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around (go around)
What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around

(time, time for some action)
Check me and i'll check you back
(time, time for some action)
Check me and i'll check you back

When they come
With the staic cling
It's not thing
Make ya sing the blues
Like b.b. king
I got the roughneck scales
To give awhile
Like a voodoo child
Nuthin but style
Take it
But you can see the black glock clickin
Point my gatt
At the punk ass victims
Step up
Or you can step back
Though the doors
You can bring it on
If ya wanna come get yours
But ya betta look ova ya shoulda
Cuz a loss of blood gets the body much colder

What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around (go around)
What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around (go around)
What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around (go around)
What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around

(time, time for some action)
Check me and i'll check you back
(time, time for some action)
Check me and i'll check you back
(time, time for some action)
Check me and i'll check you back

Check me and i'll check you back

Who you trin' to get crazy with ese? don't you know i'm loco?

To da one on da flam
Boy it's tough
I just toss that ham on the fryin pan
Like spam
It's done when i come in slam
Damn, i feel like the son of sam
Don't make me wrek shit
Wit a automatic got me goin' likke general electric
Damn
The lights are blinkin' i'm thinkin'
It's all over when go out drinkin'
Oh makin' my mind slow,
That's why i don't fuck with the big four-oh
Bro, i got ta' maintain
Cuz a nigga like me is goin; insane

Chorus: insane in da membrane
Insane in da brain! (repeat 4x)

Do my shit undercover
Now it's time for for the blubba
Blaba to watch dat belly get fatter
Fat boy on a diet don't try it
I'll check your ass like a looter in a riot
Much too fast like a sumo slammin' dat ass
Leavin' your face in the grass
You know i don't take a chulo lightly
Punck just jealous cuz he can't outwrite me
So kick that style, wicked wild
Happy face nigga never seen me smile
Rip dat mainframe
I'll explain
A nigga like me is goin' insane

Chorus

Like louie armstrong
Played the trumpet
I'll hit dat bong and break ya off something soon
I got ta get my props
Cops
Come and try to snatch my crops
These pigs wanna blow my house down
And undrground to the next town
They get mad when they come to raid my pad
And i'm out in the night loose scared
Yes i'm the pirate pilot
Of this ship if i get
Wit' the ultraviolet dream
Hide from the red light beam
Now do you believe in the unseen
Look, but don't make you eyes strain
A nigga like me is goin' insane
Chorus

I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!

Well that's the funk elastic, the blunt i twist it
The slamafied, (buddafied) funk on your discus
Oh, what you messed with, you got to bare witness
Catch a ho and another ho merry christmas
Yes i smoke shit, straight off the roach clip
I roach it roll the blunt at once to approach it
Forward motion make you sway like the ocean
The herb is more than just a powerful potion
What's the commotion, yo i'm not joking around
People learning about, what they're smoking
My oven is on high, when i roast the quail
Tell bill clinton to go and inhale
Exhale, now you felt the funk of the power
Now feel the effects...

I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
Yo hits from the bong
Yo hits from the bong
Yo hits from the bong
Yo hits from the from the bong from the bong
Yo hits from the bong
Yo hits from the from the bong from the bong
Yo hits from the from the bong from the bong

let's kick it ese

Commin' out da slums!!!
It's da hoodlums
I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums
So bring it on when you wanna come fight this
Outlaw, i'll kick ya like billy ray cypress hill
Kill, i'll bust that grill
Grab my gat, and load up the steel
And if you wanna get drastic
I'll pull out my blasted glock, automatic,
Synthetic material, bury your blocks-n-mortar
Headed down to da mexican border
Smokin' that smellie, northern cali,
Gonna put a slug in captain o'malley
Ho, hum-hear the gat come
Boooooommmmmm!
Let me see what you'll do when you're sent to kill a man
But i'll be damned if i don't take a stand
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
"we ain't goin' out!"
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
"we ain't goin' out!"
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
"we ain't goin' out!"
We ain't goin' out like that
"we ain't goin' out like that!"

I'm high strung
Click i'm sprung
'cause i don't live on the hum-drum
Where i'm from the gats'll be smokin'
I'll be damned if ya think i'm jokin'
Know that i come with the static, erratic, .45 automatic
Screamin' at ya-the red lights beamin' at ya
No need to run after the punk-ass who'd run up to my crew
Dig the grave for the one who got played
Now he's under
Don't make me wonder why 'cause you'll testify
We ain't goin' out like that

I got to thinkin' "what the fuck is this?"
Lettin' you know i take care of business
Can i get a witness?
To verify when i'm to bring this style
That makes you ecstatic
Tragic, when i get a poof of the magic buddha
When i roll with my crew
I betcha one time can't find my hooda!
Hits'll be hitting with the belt unbuckled (i don't know this line)
Pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle
Pulled to da curb
So we exchange a few words
But he got me stirred up
"ought not to grab the handcuffs.
I'll huff-n-puff-n-blow ya head of!"
We ain't goin' out like that

Eat a bowl of dick up!! geeeyeah!!


(final speech)
Yeah takin' your disses and dissin' ya right back
This is the cypress hill crew, like main shit
Yo and i'm talk this damn rappa
Eat a bowl a dick up, there ya go my man over here
You can eat a bowl o' dick up too
Anybody else need from runnin' away
Yo, eat a bowl of dick up g!

Cypress hill
Cypress hill
Cypress hill

Crusing through the neighborhood
Some say i'm no good
Claimin i'm a criminal
But lets make it understood
Just one man man with a whole lot of homeboys (whole lot)
Ya get the click of the glock
When i pull of the chrome toy
Check me and i'll check you back (check you back)
Then jump back
To my big buddah
Like i'm not a bad guy
But don't take advantage
I'm throwin out the garbage
Just show me where the can is
All i was doin was searchin for the boon
Then some punk tried to hit me with a broom
Lucky i ducked quick
Or else i'd be assed up
Last thing i wanted
Was have to pull the gatt out
Here comes a nigga
And he's got a .38
Well my roundhouse said
Hey yo
I'm shootin up straight

Cuz i put away the shotgun
Borrow me a glock
Took a liitle trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me
But home got shot
La-la-la-lalala-la!

Understand where i'm commin from
Self defense turns to the offense
(right, were down, were down)
Understand where i'm commin from
Self defense turns to the offense
(right, were down, were down)

Couple niggas from the east side
Fuckin up ya program
No one witnissed
But they heard the gun blast
It left the problem unsolved
Now i'm gonna sum up
People gettin hurt in the process of the come up
Gotta with the fools
That'll wait for you to run up
Rollin in the hood
That's already shot up
Pocket full of gatts
And see if we can spot the
Homey that's slick
In the process of the dip
When we find this out
Gonna unload the clip!

And take a little trip down to rio
My neighboorhood's hot and so
I gots to go chill

Cuz i put away the shotgun
Borrow me a glock
Took a liitle trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me
But home got shot
La-la-la-lalala-la!

Understand where i'm commin from
Self defense turns to the offense
(right, were down, were down)
Understand where i'm commin from
Self defense turns to the offense
(right, were down, were down)

Kickin' that funky cypress hill shit
Think i'll load a clip
Lets see if you can deal with
Cuz the bulletproof vest ain't shit
When the infrared's
Pointin at your head kid
And that's just to bad yo
Now i'm headed up a river in a boat
With no paddle
Shoulda put the glock down (glock down)
Now they got me in lock down
Livin' like a nigga whose done lost his mind
Cuz self defense turns to the offense
But nobody even really knows that (knows that)
All they see is me and the gatt
Up in the court room
Lookin at the jury
Starin down the punk ass
District attourney
La-la-la-la-lala-la!
Verdict's in
You're not guilty as charged

When i put away my shotgun
Borrow me a glock
Took a liitle trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me
But home got shot
La-la-la-lalala-la!

Understand where i'm commin from
Self defense turns to the offense
(right, were down, were down)
Understand where i'm commin from
Self defense turns to the offense
(right, were down, were down)

(cypress hill...)